"Shut up!" Tang Ye shouted coldly and looked at Han Mo displeasedly: "This woman is too noisy. Your grandpa will definitely not like it. I advise you to kick this woman as soon as possible."
"Even if I kick the entire Han family, I still won't leave this person who I have begged for a thousand years in front of the Buddha." Han Mo replied seriously and loudly.
"Mr. Tang, don't be angry. With Mr. Tang's ability, he shouldn't know that I won the first gold medal in "Medical Competition to the End" for Beihong Country, right?
By saying this, I mean that as long as Mr. Tang and Mrs. Tang are willing, I can let Mrs. Tang stand up and let Mrs. Tang use her feet to measure every step of her life with Mr. Tang."
A hint of excitement appeared in Tang Ye's eyes.
"No need. A person who can't even heal the ugly scar on his face wants to heal my legs. It's a joke. Aye, let's go and ignore this lunatic." The voice of talking and laughing was extremely cold.
I am very resistant to treating my legs.
Tang Ye glanced at Qiao Ran with complicated eyes and pushed his wife to leave.
"Mrs. Tang, your legs are thin, long and straight. They are a pair of legs born for dancing. You are suitable for spinning and jumping on the stage and blooming your endless beauty, rather than confining your legs in a small wheelchair.
If Mrs. Tang figures it out, you can contact me at any time." Qiao Ran shouted in a steady and powerful voice towards Tang Ye's back.
Sitting in a wheelchair, talking and laughing, a flash of pain flashed in his eyes, and his hands were clenched into fists.
Watching Tang Ye leave, Han Mo looked away and looked at Qiao Ran: "Have you investigated Mrs. Tang?"
"No, I used to think that the Tang family was a scholarly family and it would not be difficult for them to relocate, so I never thought of investigating them.
The reason why I say that is because the body shape and the shape of the legs of people who practice dancing are different from those of people who have never practiced dancing.
Although Mrs. Tang is in a wheelchair, the skin on her legs is tight and has not become loose due to being in a wheelchair all year round.
This shows that she is very careful to protect her legs, so I boldly guess that she used to be a professional dancer."
Han Mo's eyes were full of admiration: "With you here, I don't even want to work hard. As long as I lie down, you can help me put those people in Zhengshi Street in peace."
"You have a beautiful idea. If my man can't even handle a few demolition nouveau riche, I don't want such a useless man!" Qiao Ran said pretending to be disgusted.
"They are not ordinary nouveau riche. They are not afraid that the nouveau riche will be rich, but they are afraid that the nouveau riche will have money, power and culture."
"Then I don't care, as long as you can't handle it, I don't want you!"
"We'll discuss whether or not we want to go home tonight." Han Mo leaned over and whispered ambiguously in Qiao Ran's ear.
The ambiguous breath blew in Qiao Ran's ear, and Qiao Ran's face suddenly became hot as he thought about the countless times he had seduced her to death late at night.
Her face, as pink as a peach blossom, looked so charming under the light.
This ambiguous scene between the two was seen by Pan Sihan, who was chatting and laughing with a group of celebrities from a distance, and a sinister look quickly flashed in his eyes.
"Sihan, what are you looking at?" Jiang Zhilai followed Pan Sihan's gaze and saw the ambiguous scene of Han Mo and Qiao Ran's love: "Young Master Han and Qiao Ran look like a good match."
"Who doesn't know that you have the kindest heart? As long as they are lovers, you hope that their lover will eventually get married. You will bless the couple when you see them. When will you bring your Mr. Right to us so that we can help you?
Check it out.”
Pan Sihan and Jiang Zhilai were classmates from elementary school to high school. Pan Sihan went to Ancheng for college, while Jiang Zhilai studied in Imperial City.
Three years ago, Pan Sihan returned to Imperial City for development. Pan Sihan worked as the section chief in the Urban Planning Department, and Jiang Zhilai worked as the section chief in the Culture and Entertainment Department.
This time her grandfather celebrated his 90th birthday and did not invite the Pan family. It was Pan Sihan who took the initiative to find Jiang Zhilai and said that she would come to her father's birthday banquet.
Jiang Zhilai couldn't refuse, so she asked Pan Sihan to come.
A hint of guilt flashed in Jiang Zhilai's eyes: "I just want to work hard now and don't want those messy things. What about you, Sihan, do you have someone you like?"
Pan Sihan quickly glanced at Han Mo who was talking to the noble man, a flash of greed flashed in his eyes, and then said with a harmless smile: "Aren't I waiting for you, a young lady from a wealthy family, to introduce me to a reliable son of a wealthy family?
Do you know a good, reliable and handsome man?"
When other celebrities heard what Pan Sihan said, they also said: "And me, Zhilai, you also introduce me to a good man!"
Listening to the chatter among the ladies, Pan Sihan sneered in his heart.
When the Jiang family reached Jiang Zhilai's father's generation, there was no male generation, and only three daughters supported the Jiang family's honor.
She doesn’t need a man introduced by Jiang Zhilai, a young lady from a family that is about to decline!
Wen Shimo, don’t you love Song Wanqing deeply?
Why do you look at Qiao Ran with more affection and affection than when you look at Song Wanqing?
Why is it that after Song Wanqing died, there was another woman standing next to you?
I stand next to Song Wanqing and have been watching you silently for so many years. Can't you raise your head and look at me?
Pan Sihan looked at him with eyes as sharp and cold as a knife
Qiao Ran, you are really lucky!
That sword didn't stab you to death!
Qiao Ran, who was accompanying Han Mo and talking to a few elders, felt as if something poisonous was staring at her back. Cold air shot up from the soles of her feet. When she turned around, there were only people talking to each other behind her.
No one looked at her.
Is it her imagination?
Or is Jiang Jingwei, who has a pair of snake eyes, looking at her secretly?
Just as he was thinking this, Jiang Zhiye, a man in his sixties and wearing a dark red Tang suit, helped Jiang Shihong come down the stairs.
Jiang Shihong also wore a dark red Tang suit, but the patterns on Jiang Zhiye's clothes were different. However, the workmanship of their Tang suits was very exquisite, and the dragon on Jiang Shihong's clothes was embroidered so lifelike that it looked like it was flying on the clothes.
Jiang Shihong walked down the stairs, and the servant pushed Jiang Yongshou in a wheelchair to his side.
I don’t know if it’s because he has been in a wheelchair all year round and is in a bad mood. Jiang Yongshou, who is a few years younger than his brother Jiang Zhiye, looks older.
Everyone came up to greet Jiang Shihong one after another.
With the elders in front, juniors like Han Mo, Qiao Ran and others naturally stayed behind to chat.
While waiting, Qiao Ran looked around and saw Xie Sheng chatting with several second-generation Quan men. There was no figure of Gu Feier in the banquet hall.
It's been such a long time, Fei'er Gu is still upstairs and hasn't come down yet?
…
The doctor treated Qian Zhijie's mouth injury and then left. Qian Zhijie, who had lost a big tooth, cursed Xie Sheng in the room and said a bunch of unpleasant and harsh words.
With a 'bang', the door to the lounge was kicked open.
Qian Zhijie was startled and quickly smiled when he saw Gu Feier standing at the door.
"Fei'er, why are you here?"
Gu Feier had a cold face and shouted with cold eyes: "Don't you know why I'm here?"
Qian Zhijie immediately thought that Xie Sheng had told Gu Feier what he had said, and that the unruly and willful Gu Feier was looking for trouble for him.
"Fei'er, I said those words just to make a joke with you. I really don't have any bad thoughts. Your grandfather, your father, and your brother are so powerful. Even if you gave me a hundred courages, I wouldn't dare to provoke you.
Ah!" Qian Zhijie squeezed his face into a ball and said with an apologetic smile.
Gu Feier knew that with Xie Sheng's temper, he beat up Qian Zhijie in front of everyone. Qian Zhijie must have said something that he couldn't listen to.
So I pretended that I knew everything and came over to beat Qian Zhijie.
But I didn't expect that the harsh words Qian Zhijie said were actually related to him.
What did Qian Zhijie say that made Xie Sheng, that thin bamboo pole, not hesitate to ruin the Jiang family's birthday party, but also beat Qian Zhijie, that greasy man?
"Don't think that I don't know about the disgusting things you did outside to give birth to a son without any eyesight. This time, you are blindly targeting this lady. I will call Grandpa Qian to complain and ask him to discipline him well."
Discipline this unworthy descendant of yours!" Gu Feier said as she picked up the phone and was about to make a call.